it is the season

it is the season for addressing the roar and redressing the raw of our woundedness a time for reaching deep and looking …

begin at the roots

begin at the roots   a voice whispers begin at the roots … I am climbing the tree of my life beginning …

the learning of darkness

the pale gold curtain filters a sliver of light then you spring to mind reading books to get lost in and get …

incomparable

my heart is filled with a thousand stars that will not sleep tonight their song of praise ricochets against the black board …

and so we dance

and so we dance arms stretched high fingertips touching ceiling of sky calling up a tidal wave of smiles dispelling the tension …